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The dim candlelight flickered in the tent, casting a weak and ambiguous glow that enveloped the entire space in a haze.
He Mu Ming's bronze skin shimmered strangely in the dim light, beads of sweat and blood slowly sliding down his well-defined and muscular physique, exuding an even heavier scent of blood.
Pei Guanjing hurriedly entered with a medicine box, instantly catching sight of the glinting dagger lodged in He Mu Ming's chest, its sharpness particularly glaring.
Standing at the foot of He Mu Ming's bed was Feng De, who was carefully wiping down He Mu Ming's body.
Pei Guanjing paused, frowning slightly, and looked at Feng De in surprise. "What’s going on here?"
"What else could it be? He's lost his mind over beauty," Feng De scoffed, glancing to the right to signal Pei Guanjing to look over.
Pei Guanjing turned his head and saw a handsome young man tied to a pillar on the right.
A faint scent of Snow Lotus wafted through the air, and he looked up in shock. "Is that... Kun Ze?"
Feng De nodded and leaned closer to Pei Guanjing, whispering, "He's General He's favored concubine."
Though the voice was low, Muer, who was tied up nearby, clearly heard those two words. His eyes widened in displeasure, burning with anger as he glared fiercely at Feng De. However, Feng De pretended not to notice and turned away as if he hadn’t seen anything.
"What is this?" Pei Guanjing asked in confusion. A mere concubine wouldn’t normally have the honor of accompanying troops; moreover, this was a military camp—hiding a Kun Ze in the commander's tent would be a huge scandal if it got out.
"Let's not discuss that. Doctor Pei, you should treat the general's injuries quickly; we can't afford any delays," Feng De urgently interrupted his thoughts and led Pei Guanjing to He Mu Ming's bedside. He gently pulled aside the blood-soaked red cloth covering He Mu Ming's chest and anxiously asked, "Why won't the bleeding stop?"
Pei Guanjing quickly took out the tools from the medical kit and began to check He Mu Ming's pulse, carefully examining the wound. With a grave expression, he said, "The wound is on the side of the heart, over a major artery. If we pull it out recklessly, it will lead to uncontrollable bleeding. We have little Hemostatic Medicine left; I need Doctor Liu to come and assist in the treatment. For now, I will administer a few needles to stabilize the situation."
"Doctor Liu is elderly and is already on his way. I will personally go and fetch him," a soldier standing beside Feng De volunteered, quickly departing to meet Doctor Liu.
Feng De nodded and waved his hand, signaling the soldier to hurry. He then stepped forward, leaning down to closely inspect He Mu Ming's chest wound.
"If this wound shifts even slightly, the general's life will be in jeopardy. Who could be so bold as to infiltrate the Main Tent and attempt to assassinate the general?" After finishing his acupuncture, Pei Guanjing placed his hand on He Mu Ming's wrist to continue checking his pulse while questioning with curiosity.
"Who else could it be but..."
Suddenly, Feng De remembered Pei Guanjing's identity. The general had repeatedly warned him not to reveal too much information in front of Pei Guanjing. He immediately stopped speaking and changed his words, "It’s those damned Wolf Tribe members; who else could it be?"
"Hmph, what of the Wolf Tribe? We are all valiant warriors of the battlefield. You, a dignified general, resorting to such despicable means—it's no wonder he was..."
The soldier guarding Muer noticed the escalating tension and feared that he might say something even more extreme. Acting swiftly, he shoved a piece of cloth into Muer's mouth, silencing him.
With his mouth blocked and body restrained, Muer was unable to move or speak. Anger burned in his eyes as he glared at the soldier who had silenced him, struggling desperately and kicking his legs.
He attempted to break free from his bindings, but it was all in vain.
"What’s this?" Pei Guanjing frowned slightly, maintaining a calm demeanor as he pointed at Muer. "Is he a member of the Wolf Clan?"
"Hehe, he's an orphan that General He picked up on the battlefield. He probably doesn’t understand much and doesn’t listen well. However, he’s quite good-looking, and the general dotes on him a bit too much; that’s why he’s become somewhat spoiled and unruly. Please don’t take it to heart."
Feng De wore a broad smile as he hurried forward, positioning himself to block Pei Guanjing's view of Muer, attempting to steer the conversation away from the tense situation.
At that moment, the soldier who had gone to summon Doctor Liu rushed back.
Once Doctor Liu arrived, Pei Guanjing no longer paid much attention to the unfolding events. He exchanged a few brief words with Doctor Liu, and the two quickly got to work, using a dagger to stop He Mu Ming's bleeding and stabilize his condition.
The medical process was tense and prolonged. By the time everything was finally over, the sky was beginning to lighten with the first hints of dawn.
Pei Guanjing and Doctor Liu wiped away the blood that had splattered on them and exchanged greetings with Feng De. Considering the need for stability within the camp, they decided to keep the true circumstances of He Mu Ming's injury under wraps.
In the distance, the orange-red sun began to rise on the horizon, and the sounds of soldiers passing by outside the tent grew increasingly loud. Inside, the fire crackled more vigorously.
After several shifts of soldiers took over guarding Muer, Feng De could no longer hold on and decided to return for some rest. Before leaving, he cast a deep glance at Muer.
Once Feng De departed, Muer, with red-rimmed eyes, quietly watched He Mu Ming lying motionless on the bed just ten steps away from him. The deep blue in his gaze gradually darkened.
...
When Pei Guanjing returned to his tent, Ye Chen was just waking up.
With sleepy eyes, Ye Chen dressed quickly. As he lifted the curtain to step outside, he collided directly with Pei Guanjing entering at that moment.
Caught off guard by the sudden encounter, Ye Chen stumbled slightly forward, nearly losing his balance. Pei Guanjing reacted swiftly, extending his hand to gently steady Ye Chen's arm; after ensuring he was stable, he quickly withdrew his hand from around Ye Chen's waist.
Pei Guanjing looked down at him, a flicker of emotion crossing his face. "Where are you going?"
Ye Chen stepped back, clearing the way, and replied, "Master, to the Medical Camp. Didn't we say last night that General He was attacked? I thought there would be many injured soldiers in the Military Camp, so I wanted to go to the Medical Camp early to treat them."
"General He wasn't attacked; he just aggravated an old injury and accidentally hurt his rib. Remember not to spread this." Pei Guanjing set down the medicine box in his hand, turned, and called out to the boy who was about to leave.
"Huh? If it's just a rib injury, do we really need so many people out at night to catch an assassin?" Ye Chen paused mid-motion, turning back with a puzzled expression.
Pei Guanjing closed his eyes and nodded slightly. "Yes, it's just a rib injury."
"But..." Ye Chen wanted to ask more.
"There are no 'buts.'"
Pei Guanjing suddenly opened his eyes wide, sunlight streaming in through the parted curtains, illuminating his amber eyes that seemed to separate his face into light and shadow. He stepped closer. "Loose lips sink ships; remember that what shouldn't be said must not be spoken."
With that, Ye Chen understood the deeper meaning behind Pei Guanjing's words. He obediently nodded. "Got it, Master. I'll leave now; you should rest."
Pei Guanjing watched Ye Chen's retreating figure, his gaze deep and meaningful. After a moment, he turned and walked to the desk, bending down to gently open a hidden compartment beneath it, retrieving a piece of white paper.
The paper read: A suspicious person in the Main Tent; investigate thoroughly.
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